He Ying's attention drifted and became utterly enchanted by her kiss, thus temporarily forgetting the pain of his flesh.
Liang Xin took advantage of his absentmindedness to quickly treat the wound.
As He Ying had said, it only took a quarter of an hour.
"Next, Lady must watch closely, and by no means allow the Emperor to move about carelessly."
Liang Xin wiped the sweat from his forehead, packed up his tools, and admonished, "Especially, he must rest quietly. His vigour must not be allowed to surge about haphazardly."
Sang Yan could hear the insinuation in his words, blushed, and nodded, "I understand."
After packing up his things, Liang Xin bowed, "Then I shall not disturb the Emperor and Lady, I shall take my leave."
"Mm."
Sang Yan watched as Liang Xin left.
The next moment, He Ying embraced her and pulled her over.
It was a position with her draped across his chest.
She was startled, "What are you doing? Are you pressing on your wound?"
